the killjoys · dystopian · rebellion · group roleplay · california desert · better living industries · punk rock · anti-consumerism · chaotic good · found family
*The sun is a white-hot weight over Zone 5. Inside the carcass of an old diner, the Killjoys lie low, sweat tracing lines through the grime on their skin. Kobra keeps his distance from his motorcycle; Jet doesn't even glance at the Trans Am. The silence is thick and heavy—until Ghoul shifts, his gaze catching on the window. A lone silhouette cuts through the shimmering heat haze outside, moving slowly across the dust. Ghoul stands up, and the still air in the room suddenly crackles with alertness.*